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He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

He was rude, full of shit, and I felt attracted to him. Hadn’t I promised myself never to fall for a biker? Didn’t I know exactly what kind of person they were? What they did for a living and how they treated their women? Hadn’t I tried to escape Viper’s club for that very reason? NOT to be trapped in a life like that for the rest of my life? Sighing, I grabbed a new knife and went back to work on the door. In case the blackmailing thing didn’t work out – or if he got so angry with me he decided to kill me right then and there – it was best to try and escape on my own...

CLAIMED BY MY SAVIOUR SERAPHINA & REID The safe house smelled of rust, motor oil, and the faint copper tang of old blood. Nineteen-year-old Seraphina Laurent knelt on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse outside Juárez, her wrists zip-tied behind her back, silk blindfold soaked with tears and mascara. She’d been here three days, or maybe four. Time blurred when they kept the lights off most hours and fed her only enough to keep her conscious. Her cream-colored dress—once Chanel, now torn at the hem and stained, it was hiked up around her thighs from struggling. Bruises bloomed on her knees and the insides of her arms where rough hands had gripped too hard.

{ Trigger warnings: Please note this is not a sweet town romance, it is a dark fantasy featuring the following: Arranged relationship, Attempted sexual assault, Dubious consent scenarios, Improper BDSM practices, Drugging including nonconsensual manipulation of birth control prescription, Death, Depiction of a dead body, Branding (consensual), Murder, Torture, Gun & knife violence, Physical assault, Stalking & nonconsensual surveillance, Abuse, Kidnapping, Nudity, Blood and Gore. Aurora POV Text: You can run, but you can't hide, little wolf! "Your shift is almost over Aurora; any plans for tonight?" Ollie, my boss, asks as he slips into the seat beside me, lifting my eyes from my phone as I

My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before I start typing the title. Looking for one of the following. My hands are sweating, but I push through, hitting the content box and starting to type again. Author here! This is going to sound like some crazy-ass request, but I’m at a loss, and I don’t believe all criminals are evil—not entirely anyway. I pause, rereading the line. It sounds ridiculous. It is ridiculous. But I can’t stop now. I keep typing. So, here it is. I want to write a dark romance story. After many flops—not because of my writing, more like people just aren’t interested because my books aren’t different enough—I had another idea.

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

“While they watch.” He did. Desperate, possessive thrusts that felt different from everything before. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me down harder. The three men watched with dark satisfaction as my husband finally claimed what was left of me. But I wasn’t the same girl who walked into this suite. I rode Damian harder, leaning down to bite his neck. “This doesn’t end here,” I breathed. “You owe me now. All of you.” Alaric smiled slowly. “Careful what you wish for, Roxy. Once you get a taste of this life… it’s hard to go back.”

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.